i fed on your gushy sunshine
i feed on the void black line that centres all of your smiles
and fall foreign in felty dreams of extremities in distance
untravelling a bursting sense of yelp back across my lone moor of memory
for that i am blue wound
there is love in life and liver in pâté
it's food and a crush in on me
squeezing out my colours ruin with blame
- a discharge
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 3:17 PM UTC
i fed on your gushy sunshine
i feed on the void black line that centres all of your smiles
and fall foreign in felty dreams of extremities in distance
untravelling a bursting sense of yelp back across my lone moor of memory
for that i am blue wound
there is love in life and liver in pâté
it's food and a crush in on me
squeezing out my colours ruin with blame
- a discharge
